Echoes of the unseen
A deeply personal photographic project exploring grief, impermanence, and transformation. Developed through an inward journey following loss, Echoes of the Unseen uses a quiet and contemplative visual language to reflect on our relationship with change.
The great path has no gates,
Thousands of roads enter it.
When one passes through this gate-less gate
he walks freely between heaven and earth
Those who look cannot see it.
Those who listen cannot hear.
There isn’t anything
At all
One who has entered the flow,
and yet has not entered anything.
They have not entered forms, sounds, smells, tastes, tangible objects or dharmas.
One who sought, attained
Entering into deep waters.
I, a fool, feared drowing
And stayed put on the shore.
This is the house of love.
Not your favourite aunts house!
Cut off your head, put it on the floor
Then you may enter this house.
A diamond lies in the market street
People step over it heedlessly
When a true jeweller passes by
He will pick it up immediately
